Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

She'd known many friends who were in analysis, and now she thought of calling one of them to get the number of a psychiatrist who might be able to help her. Still, this morning she didn't feel nearly as groggy as the day before, and Carolyn hoped it meant she would not have any more of the disturbing spells! She rose around noon, her usual time, and took a cold shower. Beneath the jets of cool water, she could not help remembering Shirley's fingers at her breasts, and she wondered what the other woman was doing that day.

Carolyn didn't have to wait long to find out, for when she got out of the shower the telephone rang and it was Shirley. Would she want to come over for lunch at her place? Carolyn accepted, unable to shake the pleasurable memory of the other woman's body close to hers. Perhaps it would happen again, only this time she would be away from the house, away from the dreadful twins!

A short while later she was dressed in a becoming summer pants-suit and a straw hat for the sun. Instead of going into the kitchen to make coffee she decided she would have some at Shirley's. She would stay out late, and that way Don would be home by the time she got back. But before she got out the front door she heard a small voice behind her.

"Going to get some more pussy, Mom?"

Carolyn whirled. Both Tim and Bennie were standing in the doorway to their room, grinning ear to ear like Cheshire cats.

"I'll get even with you spying bastards!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her normally pretty face distorted by an ugly grimace. "I'll get your father to send you away. You'll be lucky if you get back even on holidays when I've finished. God, how I hate you little runts!"

But the boys' laughter echoed in her ears even after she had slammed out the door, and her threatening words seemed hollow and meaningless.

Nevertheless she rushed toward the waiting car and her friend's house and warm welcoming arms.

Inside the house the boys lounged around for some time before Bennie finally spoke. "You hear what she said about sending us away?"

"Sure I heard it. I'm not deaf," replied Tim, he was cleaning a pair of his old tennis shoes.

"Well, we gotta do something, right?"

"Right!" Tim agreed.

Together they slowly developed what seemed like a good idea to them, and then they set off for the local swimming pool to cool off.

"We'll see who sends who away!" Tim giggled as the two boys bicycled down the road.

At 7:00 p.m. the helicopter landed at Sausalito airport and the tired architect got off. His car was waiting in the nearby parking lot and he headed wearily toward it. He felt oddly old and defeated, even though the building plans were going well. The encounter with Gloria had profoundly depressed him, and after the aggressive girl had left his hotel room, the middle-aged husband had felt used, and one question had burned hotly in his mind. What was Carolyn doing that night? He still thought about that as he drove home on the freeway, and Don was glad that soon he would be home seeing Carolyn and that soon all his fears would be allayed, and his new wife would be close to him again. He scolded himself for being so apprehensive. Surely everything would turn out just fine, despite the growing awareness that his new bride's sexual drives were somewhat stronger than his. He felt that tonight he would certainly be ready for her when he got home. A sense of anxiety and guilt encouraged his desire for Carolyn as he made the turn for San Rafael and headed for his home.

It was a considerable disappointment to him to find when he arrived at 7:30 that his wife's temporary car was not in the driveway. His heart pounding anxiously, Don let himself into the house.

The boys had dinner waiting.

"Hi Dad… welcome home!"

"Where's Carolyn?" he asked. The last thing he felt like doing was eating, but after washing his hands, he sat down at the table anyway.

"Oh, Mom's out with a friend. She ought to be back soon!" Bennie replied.

"What friend is this that she's seeing so much of?"

"Oh, I think she has lots of different ones!" Tim replied ambiguously.

Don tried some of his lamb chop, cooked to perfection by the twins, but he still wasn't hungry. There was an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if there were a hole there.

"Have you seen any of these… uh… friends?" he asked, fearful as to what the answer might be.

"Well, last night she brought one of them home with her. He was kinda weird, named Cyril I think," Tim mumbled while chewing his chop.

"Uh…" Don choked and stood up. "Listen boys, I'm not much in the mood for eating. I think I'll just go in and lie down until Carolyn comes back. Thanks for fixing dinner though. It's pretty good!"

"Well, Dad, we were hoping to get a chance to talk to you about Mom. She's been acting strange lately, and we thought you ought to know."

"Strange… how strange?" Don asked, halfway toward the living room.

"Uh, well, it's hard to describe, Dad!"

"Well, perhaps I'd better wait then and discuss it when Carolyn returns."

Don just couldn't bear discussing his pretty new wife with the boys. All he wanted was for her to return and to tell him that everything was all right, that there was no reason for this terrible feeling of impending doom that he had.

The door closed behind him and Tim and Bennie looked at each other. Now that Dad had gotten back before Carolyn it was going to be a little harder, but somehow they would manage anyway.

A short while later Bennie knocked on his dad's door and entered the room. Don was lying on the bed, but was not asleep.

"Forgot to replace the toothpaste for Mom, Dad. I'll just put it over her sink."

"Fine, Son." It was touching how devoted the boys were to Carolyn. Don closed his eyes once more and sighed. Why didn't she come home?

The toothpaste securely in place, Bennie exited and said good night to his father.

Don was suddenly very tired… the plane trip, the helicopter, the bustle of Los Angeles, all had conspired to make his return home a let down, especially since his wife hadn't even been there to greet him. It wasn't that he'd been that far away or away all that long… it was just the principle of the thing.

He drifted into a half-sleep, and just as he was on the brink of a profound sleep, the door opened and Carolyn came into the room. For some reason he lay still as though he were sound asleep, watching her as she moved.

Carolyn paused over the bed and thinking her husband to be asleep yawned and went into the bathroom. Christ, that girl could go on forever! Not that Carolyn was complaining about Shirley, she had thoroughly enjoyed her lunch, and had stayed on until now, renewing the intimate contact the two women had known the night before. Thinking about Shirley, Carolyn began to undress, taking off her pants-suit and revealing the total lack of any underwear underneath to her husband on the bed. Never suspecting that she was being watched, Carolyn rubbed her palm appreciatively against the golden mound of her pussy, and then turned to go into the bathroom. The light flicked on, and she stepped into the shower, rubbing away the traces of her female companion's perfume as quickly as she could.

Then stepping out of the warm water, Carolyn opened up the new tube of toothpaste she found over her sink and began to brush her teeth.

The taste of the toothpaste was oddly familiar, but pleasant, and Carolyn brushed lengthily, knowing that there would be alcohol on her breath as well as the familiar scent of another woman's excitement.

Refreshed and ready for bed, Carolyn padded barefoot back into the bedroom, and slipped between the sheets on the other side of her husband.

"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Don asked.

Carolyn jumped. "Oh, Don, are you awake? You seemed to be sleeping so well that I didn't want to disturb you… How are you darling, welcome back!"